Saturday night, home in the rain. It's sort of lovely. I planted the basil I had started from seed and got thoroughly soaked.

Rich people are trying to park in our driveway so they can go to a wedding reception at the yacht club. I had locked myself out of the house when I brought out the trash, which was a good thing, because this man in a fancy car parked in Charlotte's spot while I was knocking on the door trying to get in. I was still soaked from gardening when I went down to greet him. As he openned his door I said, "Before you bother to get out I should tell you that if you park there I will have to have you towed." He looked at me and said "Very well then." Off he went.